Into the Coffee Fields...

Recently I went out into the coffee fields....not with my pickin' hands, but with my snappin' hands (i.e. my camera). Here're just a few images I have at hand, but more to come, as I of course went nuts with my camera....not to mention, met some amazingly wonderful people from Panama.

Hasta muy pronto, readers!

Könnten sie das bitte wiederholen?

Don't be confused. I AM still in Costa Rica.........still.

But in my heaps and loads of free time during school vacation I have taken to learning German. Mainly because, well, it's the language of the motherland! And also, I will be traveling to various places in Europe this summer where it could come in handy. Especially the phrase above which means, 'could you repeat that, please?"

I have also taken to learning some esoteric vocabulary with intense alacrity that I will most likely use, only to appear affected by my abysmal attempt to use naturally. But all these attempts at increasing my knowledge is allaying the daily juxtaposition between my day to day boredom and my general angst for what to do next (i.e. post Peace Corps). But little by little these attempts will abate my angst and boredom. Until then, I will continue living my abstemious lifestyle, appreciating all things aesthetic, absconding from overly-long Costa Rican meetings, and abdicating my responsibilities as a Peace Corps volunteer here in the upcoming months. It will be good. I feel as though many things in my life are currently in abeyance. (I'm clearly still in the A section of the vocab book).

In other news, I got a dog. Or rather, a dog got me. I'm lucky. I decided to call her Riley and decided that she will learn English. In the past three weeks I have had her, she has basically become fluent in the English [dog] language. In other words, she's well trained for when I take her home and show up unexpectedly with a Costa Rican dog at my parents' house for a few months. She's a great hiking companion every morning and a fabulous evening companion when all I can hear is the loud roar of the river and see nothing but bright, bright stars way up here in my isolated cabin.

Ich freue mich, Sie wiederzusehen, und bis später, readers.

Holiday Things.

The holidays are arriving. So that means all things Christmas related...parties, trees, holiday cafecitos, mass, etc., etc.

Soooooo, here's a quick image update!

At the sixth grade mass, cafecito and dinner where they recognized all the teachers and myself with little gifts for all our work during the school year:

Holiday cafecito:

José Alfredo and baby Ian:

Gearing up for the last week of school next week, then going to the capital to pick up my five visitors coming for Christmas from the states!

Until next time, readers.

Things Are Finally....

....lookin' up!

Buutttttt first, for awhile things weren't so hot. There literally were rocks in the road, and landslides. This kept me in Copey for almost two weeks...unable to leave on any of the roads, and most days without water.

It's hard to tell just hooooowwww big that landslide is, but it was huge.

In trying to walk over it with my friend Phillip, this happened:

More damage from the rains (yes, the river was thaaaaat high and washed out that rock and part of the railing on the bridge):

Mientras tanto, I was asked to move out of my house by December 1st. Didn't see that coming...with 5-6 months left, it's a little bit of a hassle. But don't worry, with some investigation I found a sweet cabin just outside of town (by my old host family's house)!

I know, I know what you're thinking. But I swear I'm in the Peace Corps. And just so you all know, the cabin will mostly be empty....so I'll still be roughin' it á la Peace Corps. I have a bed (plus a couple extra mattresses for visitors), a refrigerator, two wooden chairs, a small table and a gas cooktop, and lots of extra open space (dance parties, yoga???) - the basics. In other words, pleeeeeennnty of room for visitors.

In work news, I left working on one of my main projects for small-town political reasons, and have refocused my energy elsewhere. In forming some new relationships with women in town, we have some good projects up our sleeves! Stay tuned....

Some other random photos for your enjoyment.

Pre-schoolers gettin' ready for their graduation photo (so funny):

This is the back of my current house I have to leave behind...and sadly, my garden too (the light was literally that color, this was not altered):

And a scene from the inside:

Spending time with one of the families I'm closest with in Copey:

This is Nuri, she's the police officer in Copey:

Aaaaand then there's Oscar, a cobbler. He fixed my favorite red boots, for free:

And finally, I'll leave you with an image of some honey, whole-wheat bagels I made, yum:

Until next time, readers.

Rocks in the Road!

Who said this would be easy? No one. I don't know why I thought it would be. And when I failed to realize it wouldn't be smooth sailing all along, that's when things came crashing down, creating, perhaps a bigger impact than if I had been expecting it. Speed bumps appear, rocks in the road, mudslides. They're all there in front of you preventing you from achieving/experiencing/living what you want/need/think is best. And repairing the road can be difficult. That's where I am.

That's all I'm going to say for now. Don't really have much energy to write more....

Instead I'll leave you with some photos of things that make me happy.

Nice coffee shops in Costa Rica with fancy tea:

Lindsay:

The newest addition to my world, Nazzy.

Tressa, and her new bangs I gave her:

These Moments in Life...

Two deaths and a baptism are what I want to talk about...

But first, today I realized something. And it's nothing profound. It's nothing visionary. Not even ground-breaking.

In fact, it's something I've kind of already known, but never have really lived by or subscribed to, as I've often been so focused on what I do, how much I get done, accomplished. Though, I can't be blamed - I come from a work-driven society.

So to explain a little more, this is what I realized:

If I will take anything out of this experience (besides the spanish, besides the parasites, besides some bed bug bite scars), it will be the people I have known. It won't be the murals I painted. It won't be the talks I've given, the groups I've helped organize, nor the conferences or trainings I've attended.

It will be the people. The people in this tiny little mountain community in central Costa Rica that I never dreamed even existed just a year and a half earlier (and of course, my fellow PCVs, too). They will be what remains from this experience.

And now after today, one more important relationship that will remain was formed. A woman in my community by the name of Rocio asked me to be the Godmother of her son Ian who was born in January. I have become close with this family since the beginning, and was a part of their life during Rocio's pregnancy. They are an amazing family with four boys living in an extremely simple two bedroom house in the central part of Copey (meaning "downtown"). They are fabulous parents and their boys will go far in life. And for this reason, I'm so honored to be a part of their lives, now and into the future. Stay tuned for pictures of the baptism!

Baby Ian and his dad, Mario:

The family looking at pictures I printed for them:

And On to the first part of this title of this blog post - two deaths. My host sister texted me the other day notifying me of the death of one of their cousins, José Rodolfo. I had hung out with at family gatherings a few times. He had lived in the States for a number of years of his young life and we often talked about this. He was apparently very sick for a long time, and last Friday the sickness took over. I could tell it was incredibly hard on my host family. I went to the Pulpería (that they own) to pay my host mom a visit and drop off a sympathy card for the family. I could tell instantly how hard this had been for her. Immediately upon mentioning of her nephew, her eyes just welled up with tears. All I could do was hug her and listen.

The second death I speak about is that of a great aunt (not a Costa Rican one, a blood related one). We called her Aunt Cherry. But her real name was Clare - Clare Towler, a very distinguished name in my mind. She was 97, and lived a long, full life in San Francisco. A strong memory I have of her is how she always used to buy my siblings and I candy cigarettes. We'd walk to the corner candy store housed in an old, white house with a porch and a ramp up to it in Cross Plains, Wisconsin, and buy a pack of candy cigarettes. I still can feel the chalky, fake taste of them and see the fake smoke that puffed out of them as we walked home. I always felt so distinguished as an eight-year-old smoking candy cigarettes with my great aunt from San Francisco. Well, Tuesday she passed away peacefully and slowly under the care of Hospice. I have many good memories growing up and family visits to her three-story townhouse in the heart of San Fran. She was a lovely, elegant woman.

Aunt Clare, as an LPN in her early days:

On a visit to San Francisco in 1982 (long before the candy cigarettes):

And so these moments pass. And we celebrate, and we mourn, and we continue on.

May both José Rodolfo and Aunt Cherry rest in peace, and may baby Ian have a long happy life!

Culture Day!

Tuesday was culture day at my community's school. This means that kids get to dress up and dance! Soooooooo, they dressed up in a variety of costumes from indigenous cultures to chinese to spanish culture, and the assembly included some darn cute dances.

On that same note, I've begun to do a series of workshops with my counterpart on culture and tolerance in the school, so I think this day fell right in line with it. Hopefully, they made the connection.

At any rate, kids in costumes are cute.